She shuddered, and he didn’t wait for her permission before kissing a path down her throat. He didn’tneedher permission. The way she tunneled her fingers through his hair when he caught her nipple in his mouth was consent enough.
By the time he’d licked and laved his way to her belly button, she was once again writhing and begging him to ease the ache he’d built.
“Shh, darlin’. We’re gettin’ there.” Fitting his shoulders between her spread thighs, he was hard-pressed not to spend himself on the mattress.
She was so pretty and swollen. And her scent was glorious. A mixture of soap, clean skin, and that unmistakable smell of fully aroused female flesh that every man fantasized about and craved.
“Wolf…” Her fingers pulled at his hair. Her hips thrust up at him in entreaty. And when he allowed his eyes to travel up her body, his gaze collided with hers.
He didn’t look away when he leaned close, pressing his mouth over her waiting flesh, finding and softly flicking the bud of her arousal.
She jerked as if she’d been hit with a cattle prod. And he lifted his head ever so slightly, making sure his hot breath bathed her wet flesh when he asked, “More?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
He chuckled lowly, gratified as only a man who’d set a woman on fire could be. When he sampled her again, her fingers left his hair. She grabbed the headboard for leverage and cried out in helpless need.
He settled into the task then, loving everything about it. The softness of her flesh against his tongue. The warmth of her thighs on either side of his face. The way she bucked and quivered and kept saying, “Oh, yes! Yes! Oh,yes!”
Each press of his lips, each swipe of his tongue undid her a little more. And when he shoved a finger inside her, she was flung over that cliff once again.
The smell of her release tunneled up his nose. The sound of her cries were muffled since she’d clamped her legs around his ears. And the taste of her?
Oh, the taste of her was unbelievable. Salty and sweet. Clean and bright.
The last thread of his restraint broke. He pressed up from his sprawl between her legs and found his place between her hips, pressing his hot manhood against her belly.
It was a primal move, dominating and coarse.
He couldn’t help it.
In fact, the only thing that kept him from plowing into her was…
“Condom,” he rasped, every muscle in his body twitching with barely held restraint.
Chapter 27
2:41 PM…
Reckless…
Chrissy felt so reckless she wanted to shout for Wolf to forget the damn condom. Her need for him had become a biological imperative. She wasn’t sure she could live much longer without having him inside her.
Alas, sanity and the words of her high school sex-ed teacher—a woman by the unfortunate name of Ms. Cockburn—echoed through her skull.“There’s nothing sexier than keeping the health of your partner in the forefront of your mind when it comes time to do ‘the deed.’”Ms. Cockburn had actually made air quotes.
Scrabbling through the junk in her nightstand, Chrissy located the lone strip of condoms. Using her teeth, she ripped off the foil packaging of one and reached for Wolf. But she’d barely pressed the little ring of latex around his bulbous tip before he caught her wrist at the same time he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
She frowned up at the tortured look on his face. “No, darlin’.” His voice was barely a thread of sound inside the room.
“Why not?” She knew her tone was full of impatience. Why did the infuriating man keep stalling the process?
Yes. Okay. So after two amazing—we’re talkingworld class—orgasms, craving more from him might be construed by some as her being…gluttonous.
Just call me one of the seven deadly sins, baby.
“I’m so hot and hard,” he rasped, his eyes glittering dangerously. “I might go off in your hand if you put the condom on me.” He gently plucked the ring of latex from her fingers.
“That could be hot.” She trailed her hand over his broad chest, watching, mesmerized, as the flat brown disk of his nipple puckered when she flicked it with the edge of her fingernail.
